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Les tomates

Ch'est un pauv' garchon
Qui s'app'lot Edmond
I étot des corons
Du côté d'Fouquières
I in avot assez
Après ses journées
D'aller travailler
Dins l'gardin d'sin père

Pour s'in échapper
I s'dit J'vas m'marier
Ch'a été vit' fait
I étot pas vilain
All' étot bellotte
Un p'tit peu lolotte
Mais pour la popotte
All' n'y connaîchot rien

I mingeot des tomates
Des tomates, des tomates
Et ch'pauv' garchon
I savot bien
Qu'i étot marqué par le destin
Mais i s'disot
Pour se fair' eun' raison
Ch'aurot pu êt' la saison des melons

Cha d'vot arriver
Il a tout plaqué
I s'in est allé
Pou' trouver l'bonheur
Ch'est à Carpentras
Qu'un jour i trouva
Quéqu'quoss' qui étot pas
Sin métier d'mineur

Dins ces pays là
In réclam' des bras
Faut dir' que ch'est pas
L'boulot qui les tue
Du matin au soir
Comme un vrai bagnard
I étot sus l'trimard
I n'in pouvot plus

Des tomates, des tomates
Et ch'pauv' garchon
I savot bien
Qu'i étot marqué
Par le destin
Mais i s'disot
Pour se fair' eun' raison
Ch'aurot pu êt' la saison des melons

Il avot, ma foi
Un biau filet d'voix
Alors ch'est pour cha
Qu'i voulut canter
I apprit des canchons
Sos s'n'accordéon
Les microsillons
Cha l'faisot rêver

I veyot déjà
Paris, l'Olympia
Rimplachant sus l'tas
Johnny Hallyday
Mais l'jour qu'i canta
Dns l'vieux cinéma
Alors i arriva
Ch'qu'i devot arriver

I pleuvot des tomates
Des tomates, des tomates
Et ch'pauv' garchon
I savot bien
Qu'i étot marqué
Par le destin
Mais i s'disot
Pour se fair' eun' raison
Ch'aurot pu êt' la saison des melons

A tout's les misères
Qu'il a eu sur terre
I a pas pu s'y faire
I a pas résisté
Et ch'est à Fouquières
Tout près d'sin grand-père
Dins le vieux cim'tière
Qu'il étot enterré

Ch'est par amitié
Qu'l'aut' jour in a s'mé
Des bell's tchiot's pinsées
I les aimot tant
Quind in est r'tourné
Deux, tros mos après
In est tous restés
Comme deux ronds d'flan

I poussot des tomates
Des tomates, des tomates
Et ch'pauv' garchon
I savot bien
Qu'i étot marqué
Par le destin
Mais in s'disot
Pour se fair' eun' raison
Ch'aurot pu êt' la saison des melons

Tomatoes

There's a poor boy
Whose name is Edmond
He was from the slums
Near Fouquieres
He had enough
After his days
Of working
In his father's garden

To escape it
He thought, I'm going to get married
It was done quickly
He wasn't ugly
She was cute
A bit goofy
But for cooking
She didn't know anything

He ate tomatoes
Tomatoes, tomatoes
And the poor boy
He knew well
That he was marked by destiny
But he thought
To make himself a reason
It could have been melon season

That had to happen
He left everything
He went away
To find happiness
It was in Carpentras
That one day he found
Something that wasn't
His miner's job

In those countries
They need laborers
Must say it's not
The job that kills them
From morning to night
Like a real convict
He was on the tramp
He couldn't do it anymore

Tomatoes, tomatoes
And the poor boy
He knew well
That he was marked
By destiny
But he thought
To make himself a reason
It could have been melon season

He had, my faith
A beautiful voice
So that's why
He wanted to sing
He learned songs
On his accordion
The micro grooves
That made him dream

He already saw
Paris, the Olympia
Replacing on stage
Johnny Hallyday
But the day he sang
In the old cinema
Then it happened
What had to happen

It was raining tomatoes
Tomatoes, tomatoes
And the poor boy
He knew well
That he was marked
By destiny
But he thought
To make himself a reason
It could have been melon season

All the miseries
That he had on earth
He couldn't handle it
He didn't resist
And it's in Fouquieres
Near his grandfather
In the old cemetery
That he was buried

It's out of friendship
That the other day I sent him
Beautiful little thoughts
He loved them so much
When I returned
Two, three months later
We were all left
Like two flat circles

He grew tomatoes
Tomatoes, tomatoes
And the poor boy
He knew well
That he was marked
By destiny
But he thought
To make himself a reason
It could have been melon season